It's been quiet around here lately, things have been.....kind of rough. Emotionally, I've been on a downward cycle - they seem to come and go, these ups and downs. Anxiety, depression, stress, they can be a difficult combination. I had planned on popping in yesterday to finally write some things down, to purge it out of my head, but as I was taking a break to pump around 2 pm I scrolled through Twitter and saw the news. I spent the remainder of the afternoon between my computer, trying to get things done, and the tv, watching the footage.
It's so hard to make any kind of sense out of things like this. Like Sandy Hook, the bombings in Boston shook me to the core. My heart aches for all those (and their family and friends) who were injured and lost their lives; and for those whose lives are forever changed after witnessing such a horrific event. And my heart swells for all those that rushed in to help, to save, who put their lives in danger to serve others.
The local news was on when Collin brought the boys home last night and before I could change it they showed the explosions again while Keaton was watching.
"Mom, we saw this at Busha's. Something bad happened. They used a phone, pushed a button and something went BOOM! and then another one went BOOM!"
(He doesn't know anything beyond this, we've been careful not to show him any additional coverage although he saw that "the bang was on the newspaper today." But I've been reminded once again how intuitive small children really are.)
As I was rocking Nolan to bed last night, trying to process all of what had transpired yesterday I realized Keaton summed it up pretty well: Something bad happened.
Shortly after getting Nolan down I snuggled in bed with Keaton - I was scrolling through my phone one last time when he said, "Mom, can we say our prayers? I'm going to fall asleep."
I put the phone down and turned to him, "Yes, Baby, what do you want to pray for tonight?"
Without skipping a beat he told me: "Peace."
Praying for Boston. Praying for Peace.